I reminisced about Poti, Georgia the other day while musing on the goings on in Sochi. It made me rustle up some of the photos I took when I was there.

I was so timid while in Poti. I literally told myself, 'go outside for thirty minutes and then you can go back to your hotel room'. I ended up on a photo safari. I took photos of house, churches, beaches, shells, bon fire remnants. I snapped away.

I happened upon an abandoned church and tromped all around it taking photo after photo. I wondered how old it was, why it was no longer in use, who mowed the lawn...

This church was gorgeous. It was stately. It looked a little lonely. It looked like it was a keeper of memories. It looked like it hadn't been forgotten.